Chapter 9. Good brother, I promise I'll only keep it to myself, no...
Xue Wenxiang was so focused on the person in her arms that she didn't notice what she bumped into. The surrounding world changed instantly, and the people following behind her disappeared.
He was surrounded by screens displaying beautiful women, countless identical beauties smiling at him. Just as he was about to kick one of them, the beauty on the screen in front of him blinked.
"What kind of shady dealings are you, daring to oppose my Dark Fragrance Pavilion?"
Holding someone with both hands makes it difficult to maneuver, so Xue Wenxiang changed her posture, wrapping one arm around the waist of the person in her arms, while holding a short knife horizontally across her chest with her right hand.
"Why are you being so fierce? I'm not going to eat you."
The beauties in the screen all stepped out of the painting, laughing and surrounding her. Xue Wenxiang did not take this as a blessing, but instead became even more vigilant.
Anyone who sees dozens of identical faces with the same smile looking at them would feel a chill run down their spine.
Surrounded by beauties, Xue Wenxiang showed no mercy, drawing his knife and slashing at them all. The moment the screen shattered, the beauties scattered.
He sheathed his sword and sneered, "You dare to play tricks on me with such trivial skills?"
A delicate laugh suddenly emerged from behind the screen that rose abruptly. The voice was androgynous, and could only be identified as male by the shadow cast on the screen.
"So you were hiding here. Why don't you come out and face your death?"
The man laughed, "Young master, such a bad temper will only lead to trouble."
Xue Wenxiang impatiently pushed aside the screen blocking her way, only to find that the shadow was holding someone in its arms. The figure looked familiar. Before she could think about it, she heard the shadow say, "A petty trick, not worth mentioning. Why don't you take a look at who you're holding?"
When the man said those words, Xue Wenxiang realized something was wrong. She looked down and saw the beautiful woman who had just been laughing on the screen and then being cut down by him.
He pushed the person away with disgust, feeling a lump in his throat; he had actually held that thing for so long.
The beauty glared angrily, ran into the screen, and became a painting again. However, she was still cut in two by the furious Xue Wenchun.
The shadow sighed, "It's just a phantom in a painting. Why is the young master so angry? For others, a night of passion with a beauty is a rare and precious opportunity."
His response was even faster swordplay. The screen that was covering him finally fell down, and Xue Wenxiang saw Xu Cangyu in the man's arms. If she hadn't been afraid of hurting the wrong person, she would have used her sword to strike the man.
Upon seeing the true face of Mount Lu, Xue Wenxiang was not surprised at all; he was all too familiar with that smiling, spring-like face.
"You Fengchun, what are you doing robbing my people from Anxiang Tower?"
Facing the menacing blade, the man remained languidly leaning against the couch. "You know I've always cherished beautiful women and can't bear to see them suffer. Xue Lang, why don't you give her to me? Chun Ci Fang will certainly treat you as an honored guest from now on."
Xue Wenxiang's face turned even uglier. "You still want me to be your top courtesan?! You're asking for it!"
His knife missed its mark. You Fengchun carried the person into the painting. All around them were scattered and incomplete scrolls. The people behind him all surrounded the suddenly appearing young master.
"Young Master, should we give chase?"
The person they went to great lengths to capture was intercepted halfway through; if word got out, the reputation of Anxianglou would be ruined.
Unexpectedly, Xue Wenxiang showed no anger. "No need, we'll go in a few days."
Ideally, You Fengchun would sleep with the little vixen. Then, if he brought Chu Shu there, he would surely witness a spectacular show, which would be quite exciting. At that time, he could simply reap the benefits.
Although the group was puzzled, they could tell from their young master's cunning smile that he was plotting against someone again.
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Despite the bumpy journey, the embrace was relatively stable. Xu Zangyu almost fell asleep against a fragrant body, his body sinking into a soft embrace, as if he had been placed on a couch.
Slender fingers slid from her eyebrows to her lips, giving them a suggestive rub. Xu Zangyu endured the strange discomfort, almost unable to keep up the act.
A hot breath brushed against his face; someone was speaking close to him, "If you don't wake up soon, I might really lose control and do something?"
Seeing that he could no longer keep up the act, Xu Zangyu had no choice but to open his eyes.
As expected, he is the owner of Chuncifang.
He had been awake for a while, and upon hearing the familiar voice, he guessed who the robbers were. However, Xu Zangyu dared not look at them.
His eyes darted around, hoping that You Fengchun hadn't recognized him.
But You Fengchun didn't let him off the hook. She unfolded her treasured scroll and compared it with his painting one by one, saying, "It's just as beautiful as the painting."
You Fengchun's eyes held a hint of amusement. "I never knew the beauty in the painting was actually Chu Shu's junior brother. Tianyi Sect truly produces beauties."
It was so embarrassing; I was still recognized.
"Thank you for saving me, Master. I will definitely repay you handsomely in the future." Xu Cangyu didn't know why he risked his life to save him, but it was always good to make a promise first.
"No need for a generous reward, how about a small gift as a token of appreciation?"
The shop owner was not easy to fool. Xu Cangyu could only ask him what he wanted, and the man's answer was beyond his expectations.
How about a painting?
Before Xu Zangyu could even respond, You Fengchun had already prepared his ink brush and laid out a blank scroll beside him, as if he was certain Xu would agree.
Xu Cangyu, blushing, asked, "Could I change my clothes?"
It is a great honor to have the owner of Chuncifang paint a picture for you, but only if he doesn't embarrass himself by wearing this women's clothing.
He was aware of Chun Ci Fang's influence; if word got out, how could he hold his head high in the sect?
Her slender white hands cupped his face. "Good brother, don't worry about the painting getting out. My own painting is not something that others can just casually look at."
Xu Zangyu had never dealt with such a charming person before. He tried to speak softly, but she was even softer than him, as sticky as water. All his moves were easily dispelled.
After much coaxing and pleading, Xu Zangyu was swayed by his words and agreed in a daze.
“I knew my brother wasn’t a hard-hearted person.”
With a smile as beautiful as a flower, sweet words as sweet as honey, and eyes that seemed to beckon, Xu Zangyu dared not look at him for more than a few seconds, for fear that he would become gay like him.
He often saw Xiao Mingxin as having a cool and aloof demeanor, but now he saw You Fengchun as even more submissive. If Xiao Mingxin were to actually take him in, he would probably be the bottom.
You Fengchun thoughtfully served him wine and dishes to prevent him from getting bored during the long painting session. Xu Zangyu's previous complaints disappeared completely, and he sighed inwardly that the protagonist's man was indeed virtuous.
As the figure in the painting gradually took shape, it was indeed him leaning against the wall drinking wine. There were no strange or unusual movements, and Xu Zangyu was finally relieved.
The wine at Chuncifang was quite good, and he accidentally drank a few too many. Perhaps it was the wine that made him a bit more talkative, “As expected of the owner of the shop that collects the ‘Records of Beauties,’ his painting skills are indeed superb.”
Every stroke is almost indistinguishable from the real thing—
Why doesn't this painting have a face?
You Fengchun put down his pen, walked over, lifted his face which was almost slumped on the table, and smiled innocently, "I'm waiting for you to get drunk, brother!"
My mind was a complete mess, and my head felt incredibly heavy. If it weren't for the hand supporting me, my whole body would have gone limp long ago.
"Wait until I'm drunk?"
He didn't know when he slipped and fell to the ground. The person who had been standing in front of him seemed to have pressed down on him, otherwise why would he feel so heavy?
He felt a sticky, gooey sensation all over his body. Before he could shake off the strange feeling, a sharp pain shot through his collarbone. His brows furrowed, and tears welled up in his eyes. Because he hadn't figured out what was happening, his eyes were blurry and unguarded.
It took her a while to react, and she accused him in a trembling voice: "What...what are you doing!"
The hoarse hum posed no threat whatsoever, but rather conveyed a pitiful air. You Fengchun's eyes darkened, and she moved even closer, almost touching his forehead. "Good brother, if you keep doing this, even I, a saint, would lose my temper."
Although Xu Cangyu was still confused, she sensed something was wrong and pushed him away, saying, "If you keep doing this, I won't draw for you."
You Fengchun wasn't annoyed by being pushed to the side, and comforted the drunk man, "Alright, stop bothering your brother."
He stood up, a smile still in his eyes: "I heard Xiao Mingxin has a junior brother with a bad temper who's annoying to everyone, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes..."
Her tearful eyes suddenly lifted, defiantly asking, "How are you? Disappointed?"
The people of Tianyi Sect disliked him not only because of his background, but also because of the special treatment he received—being abandoned by his master as soon as he entered the sect. Xu Zangyu understood this, which is why he tried to please others to gain a foothold.
But he never expected that one day his true colors would be laid bare, leaving him nowhere to hide his cowardice.
You Fengchun picked up his brush again and began to draw the eyebrows. Xu Cangyu heard his smiling voice, "Brother is much cuter than I expected."
Xu Zangyu blushed, whether from the alcohol or embarrassment, she didn't know, and awkwardly uttered a sentence, "Thank you."
You Fengchun stopped writing, turned around and suddenly laughed, "The people of Tianyi Sect are blind, but I am not. Brother, you don't need to belittle yourself."
His face was pinched twice, but Xu Zangyu didn't notice. His heart was spinning from the praise, and he even doubted whether he was really telling the truth.
Just then, he accidentally saw You Fengchun's painting, and immediately became furious. Seeing You Fengchun's little trick, he slapped him away.
"Why did you draw it like this?"
You Fengchun said, "When I first saw that painting, I felt that the face in the painting should look like this."
"You didn't say it was drawn like this... what is this?"
With flushed cheeks and slightly parted, moist lips, the normally normal painting had become so...erotic.
Xu Zangyu felt that the painting should not be kept and rushed up to tear it apart. You Fengchun had anticipated this and with a flick of his sleeve, the painting was hidden away somewhere.
Xu Cangyu swayed, grabbing his collar and threatening, "If you dare let anyone see this painting, I'll never forgive you!"
“Brother, don’t be angry. I swear I will only keep it to myself and not tell anyone else,” You Fengchun said, putting his arm around his waist and whispering in his ear, “I only appreciate the painting and have absolutely no ulterior motives.”
If it weren't for his sincere attitude, Xu Zangyu would have already taken action. However, he was very dizzy and didn't know what kind of wine was making him so drunk.
He had just pushed You Fengchun away, but for some reason he fell into his arms again.
He was led by the person behind him and swayed to a familiar painting, the one that was being sold by Chuncifang.
"Brother seemed to have been poisoned by fox breath. As far as I know, fox breath carries aphrodisiacs that can only be cured through sexual intercourse. How did you cure it, brother?"
Although the person behind him was talking in a sticky, slurred manner, Xu Cangyu felt a chill. His dizzy head suddenly cleared, and he remembered Chu Shu mentioning that You Fengchun liked Xiao Mingxin.
So, You Fengchun suspects that he and Xiao Mingxin have something going on?!
A commotion arose at the door, but You Fengchun did not intend to remind Xu Zangyu. Instead, he waited for his answer. The commotion suddenly subsided, as if everyone was waiting for an answer.
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